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Atop the old castle she stoodHer tresses swaying like a serene streamGently caressed by the whispering windsMoon beams lit the castle in radianceA precious monument wreathed in the mists of Time.

And her wait continued'For her dream man on a white stallionClothed in the purest robesOf the warriors of LightWho were destined for castle maidensWho stood waiting on a moonlit night.

Standing there so patiently'She yearned to recast historyTo fill the pages of Time with new realitiesJust like the famed Aladdin once didWith a mysterious smile she lingered'Her tresses bathed in a million moon beamsWith jilted stars in her forest curlsHer hands uplifted as in an embraceA slender mystic silhouette of the nightWrapped in the moonlit twilight'A picturesque sight to beholdFor travelers on the dunes of TimeA glorious beacon for lovers.

Many twilights have gone byMany sunsets have been embracedAnd the wait still continues'